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My Lord Beloved Supreme,

I wanted to be the slave

Of Your Heart.

Perhaps it was presumptuous

On my part.

I changed my mind.

I wanted to be the slave

Of Your Eye.

Perhaps that too was presumptuous

On my part.

I wanted to be the slave

Of Your Feet.

Alas, Your lack of response

Clearly showed me

That it was nothing but audacity

On my part.

Now I want to be the slave

Of the dust of Your Feet.

Even the dust of Your Feet

Does not care for the pangs

Of my heart!

My life is dancing inside

My humiliation-pride-room. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Volcano-agonies of the seekers, Agni Press, 1995
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